The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW. Kelli's Summer Visit - Part Two - by - The StoryMaster The morning dawned bright and clear. Kelli floated in a pleasant, half-waking state, warm and safe, secure in Chris' arms. For several minutes Kelli drifted in and out of lucidity, listening to the peaceful early morning sounds. Her boyfriend cuddled up close behind her, nestling against her body like one spoon against another. Kelli closed her eyes again and drifted off only to be awakened when Chris began to nibble playfully at the back of her neck. His arm slid under hers, and Kelli felt his hand close gently over one of her breasts. "But wait! Something wasn't quite right," Kelli's sleep muzzy mind thought. His hand felt different somehow. Too big... too rough. His fingers began to kneed her a bit too hard for her liking. Then, suddenly he pinched her. "Ow! Stop it, Chris!" she moaned. The pain of his pinch on her tender areola brought Kelli a little bit closer to the surface. The guttural chuckling that came from behind just behind Kelli's ear caused her to become instantly and fully awake. The top sheet had been thrown back, allowing Kelli to look downward at the hand on her breast. It was huge, it was connected to a big hairy arm, and it certainly did not belong to her boyfriend, Chris. "Good morning, Kelli. And how's my special niece this morning?" The warm, safe feelings she'd only recently felt instantly evaporated. Kelli's spirits plummeted, as memories of the day before flooded over her like a cold tide. The pretty blond teenager realized at last that she lay in the arms of her Uncle Joe. She remained motionless, staring at the dresser across the room, steeling herself in an effort to ignore her uncle's incessant pawing. Uncle Joe hugged his pretty sixteen year old niece closer to his fat belly as he shifted his hand to her other breast. He licked her shoulder. "We had an exciting night last night didn't we, sweetheart." He kissed her neck, his hand squeezing and kneading. "And you were such a good girl, Kelli," he murmured from just behind her ear. His big hand left her breast and started slowly downward. Kelli shivered. When her uncle's hand reached her tummy, she could stand it no longer. With a sudden move, she slipped from her uncle's embrace and sprang from the bed. "I have to go to the bathroom," she said quickly as she headed for the door, not daring to look back. Uncle Joe let her go, gazing appreciatively at his niece's lovely body as she crossed the room. After the bathroom door closed, Joe lay thinking. He'd had a wonderful time with Kelli last night. The powerful cocaine he'd given her had kept the young girl strong throughout the evening, and he'd certainly put her stamina to the test as well as his own, for that manner. Joe felt pretty good about his own performance. Keeping up with a sixteen year old girl was no simple feat even with a willing partner. Joe, on the other hand, had the additional responsibility of coaxing his young niece to put aside her dark thoughts of rape and become an active participant in their love making. To a large degree he'd been successful. With each coupling, Kelli fought him less and became more and more willing to cooperate. The sheets were still warm where her warm body had lain. He could smell her subtle perfume on the linens. From beneath the covers wafted a more musky aroma from the evening before. Uncle Joe rolled onto his back and stretched his arms over his head. He lay for a moment, scratching his hairy belly while he planned his day with his pretty niece. When Joe heard the toilet flush in the bathroom and the sink water start to flow, he got out of bed and walked quietly to the bathroom door. There was no lock on the door, and Joe did not bother to knock. Kelli turned and stared when the door opened unexpectedly. She was shocked that a man would walk in on her so casually. Kelli stood at the combination sink and vanity, towel in hand. She'd been drying her face. Here eyes were puffy and red. She'd obviously been crying. With a look of mock sympathy, Joe entered the bathroom, closing the door behind himself. Kelli turned away. Joe stepped up beside his pretty niece and put his arm around her. Her skin was warm and soft. Kelli hadn't bathed yet and still bore the delicate fragrances of sleep and love making. Joe leaned down and kissed the young blond on top of her shoulder. "Now, now, sweetheart. Why the tears?" he murmured. Kelli looked up at his reflection in the big mirror over the vanity. As she stared at his patronizing expression, Kelli's hatred of her father's brother came flooding back, overpowering her feelings of self-pity. What's more, Kelli hated herself for being so weak. She should never have let things go this far. She certainly shouldn't have cooperated as much as she had last night. She should have fought him more at least. Kelli squirmed suddenly, shrugging her uncle's arm from around her shoulders. She lowered her gaze, refusing to look at him. "You're nothing but a filthy rapist!" she spat icily. "Now, baby, let's not be that," Uncle Joe said condescendingly. He stepped behind his niece and placed his big hands low on her hips. "And here I thought you and I were gonna become such good friends," he murmured as he slowly moved his hands upward over her hips to her narrow waist. Kelli shuddered. Up across her warm skin moved his hands, to her rib cage. While Kelli trembled in his embrace, Joe gradually slid his hands around to the front of her body where they separated, one moving down over her tummy, the other upward. He pulled Kelli back against himself. The teenager struggled weakly, but she knew there was no escaping. Her uncle had her, and Kelli was powerless to resist his further advances. "Don't fight me, sweetheart," Uncle Joe whispered gruffly from behind Kelli's ear. Nuzzling his face beneath her fragrant hair, Joe nibbled at his young niece's neck. Her skin was so incredibly smooth and soft. His left hand slipped over one of her supple breasts. "You didn't fight me last night, Kelli," he murmured with a barely perceptible chuckle. He felt her body stiffen as he went about kissing her neck and shoulders. His right hand moved down over her tummy until his fingertips slipped into her wispy curls. Kelli moaned softly. "I hate you!" she said. "I know you do, baby," Uncle Joe said as he began to fondle her breast. He separated his fingers and allowed Kelli's slowly stiffening nipple to slip between them. Then he closed his fingers together, squeezing the hard little nub of flesh. His other hand moved downward until it was filled with resilient female flesh. Already there was a hint of moisture. "I know you hate me now, sweetheart," he murmured. "But we're gonna change all that in time, Kelli. I promise." His right hand squeezed gently and rhythmically. Kelli pressed her thighs together in an effort to hinder her uncle's explorations, squirming helplessly in his powerful arms. She didn't want to give in to him. Not again! "I hate you," she moaned breathlessly and with maybe a little less conviction. She wished her Uncle Joe would stop what he was doing with his hands. It was very distracting. He whispered something else to her, but Kelli missed it. He rolled the nipple of her right breast slowly back and forth between his fingers. He nibbled at the side of her neck. He licked her behind her ear. Kelli trembled in his arms. Minutes passed before Uncle Joe at last removed his hand from Kelli's breasts and took her by one shoulder. Then he pushed her gently but firmly forward. "Put your hands on the edge of the counter, Kelli," he said. He kissed her back between her shoulders as she went down. Suddenly her uncle's intentions became clear to Kelli. She felt his hardness against her buttocks as he pushed her forward. "No, Uncle Joe," she whined. Kelli hated it when she whined. "Do we have to do it now? We just got up, Uncle Joe." Her pleas fell upon deaf ears. "Put your hands on the vanity, Kelli and spread your feet apart." This time it was not a request. "But, Uncle Joe," she whimpered. She was forced to grab the edge of the sink to keep from falling into it. Kelli looked up pleadingly into he mirror. "That's better," her uncle said from behind her. "Now the feet," he ordered. He put one foot between hers and kicked lightly against her ankles. Kelli dropped her head between her shoulders in shame. She moved her right foot to the side, then the left. "Oh, no, Uncle Joe," Kelli cried softly. She was so humiliated. She felt her uncle's cock start to hunt up and down between her firm buttocks, searching for the way in. "Oh yes, baby!" Joe breathed. Holding his young niece by one hip he moved his big cock slowly up and down against her warm, moist flesh, spreading the supple petals of her labia. "There's nothing better than making love in the morning. It really helps you work up an appetite," he chuckled, finding her vaginal opening. "We'll go nice and slow, OK, sweetheart." Joe pushed himself into his young niece. "Huh ooohhh," Kelli groaned breathlessly as her uncle's penis spread her walls and passed deep inside. Beneath her, Kelli's firm, round tummy heaved in response to his presence. Her knees began to tremble when the broad head of Uncle Joe's cock nestled up against her cervix. Once again the young teenager found herself fully involved with her father's brother. Unlike the night before when their love making had been quite athletic, Uncle Joe decided to take his sweet niece slowly this morning. Following his initial penetration, Joe pulled the young teenager back onto himself, holding Kelli by her ample hips. She had great love handles for a girl with such a slim waist. He felt her flex around him as he pressed the head of his cock into her deepest realms. Uncle Joe held fast for several moments, allowing the youngster to adjust herself to his presence and reveling in the magnificent heat and tightness of her nubile body. When he deemed her ready, Joe began to fuck Kelli, this being their forth coupling since her arrival. Joe drew his hips back ever so slowly, feeling every rippling inch of Kelli's interior as the muscular walls of her vagina closed firmly behind his retreating member. When only the head of his ten inch penis remained inside of Kelli's birth canal, Uncle Joe gave his niece three or four short thrusts of only moderate penetration. She was self-lubricating quite nicely. "That's a good girl," Joe rumbled gutturally. Kelli didn't respond. She stood silently in front of the sink, powerless to prevent her uncle from having his way with her. Kelli despised him for what he was doing to her, and she hated herself for allowing it to happen. Kelli gave a shuddering gasp as Uncle Joe advanced fully into her once again. Instinctively, she arched her back, and in so doing, her head came up. Kelli stared with revulsion at the reflection in the big mirror over the sink. Behind and above her, Kelli's Uncle Joe beamed a big winning smile. "I like that Kelli, baby." His penis arrived at the end of her passage and immediately began its slow egress. "I like it when you look at me." His hips cycled and pushed forward again. "Do you like watching your Uncle Joe when he fucks you, baby?" He began to get up a rhythm, rocking his young niece back and forth in front of him. Kelli braced herself with her hands. As abhorrent as it seemed, the sight of her uncle behind her held a perverse fascination for Kelli. She found she could not take her eyes off the reflection in the mirror. Just then a loud sputtering sound came from between Kelli's buttocks. It was trapped the air in Kelli's vagina being displaced by her uncle. Kelli saw the man grin broadly. "I hear that tight little pussy talkin' to me, baby. I told you you'd like makin' love in the morning." Kelli turned beet red. Kelli's Uncle Joe fucked her slowly and deliberately. A few times he had to remind her to keep her back arched or to look at him in the mirror, but for the most part Joe remained silent while he delivered his long, measured strokes to his niece. He found the slow pace to be both relaxing and quite pleasurable, and it gave him more time to appreciate the delicate interior of his new found lover. The evening before had been entirely different. After injecting Kelli with cocaine for the second time that day, Joe had fucked his young niece hard. At first the girl was too stunned by the powerful drug to really appreciate his efforts, but after ten minutes or so of solid thrusts delivered in rapid succession, Joe saw her eyes begin to focus on his face. He'd begun with Kelli in the missionary position, wishing to watch her face while she rushed under his loving attentions. It had indeed been a miraculous night. Kelli's face had quickly become flushed from her growing arousal, making her so very lovely to observe. Joe had fucked Kelli so hard that her head started to bounce up and down on the mattress. Under the influence of the cocaine, the young teenager had quickly made the transition from victim to partner. Only fifteen minutes or so into their first round Joe had felt Kelli's knees come up off the bed. Shortly afterward her legs wrapped around him and her ankles locked behind his back. Joe had whispered sweet nothings to his niece while he hammered her. Kelli stared up at him with a dazed expression of wonderment on her face. Her hands at last came up grasped Joe by his arms just above the elbow. Kelli had become a willing participant. Joe looked at his niece's reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was so young and beautiful. Ever since she was a little girl, Joe had eyes for her. With each passing year he watched, enthralled with her metamorphoses from the sweet little girl, to a gonky, long legged early teen, so self-conscious and lovely. Then, as if by magic, the straight lines of her adolescent body began to take on those delectable curves of the sexually mature female. The lanky and ungainly thirteen year old girl suddenly gained poise and grace. Almost overnight, Kelli evolved into the succulent young woman who stood bent over before him now. Unfortunately, shortly after her fifteenth birthday, Kelli discovered her own beauty, and from that day forward, she became aloof and unfriendly. Joe gazed down at Kelli's perfectly shaped hips held firmly between his own two hands. He watched his thighs press against her rounded buttocks, flattening the supple globes with each thrust of his hips. "My how things have changed since the last time I saw you, sweetheart," he muttered to himself. Overhearing him, Kelli looked up. Her face was flushed and hot, her eyes distant and unfocused. Joe continued his steady cadence. Kelli was getting close. Joe had come to know her signs from their previous engagements. Although she tried to remain motionless in an attempt to maintain the appearance of resentment and indignation, Joe could feel her body begin to join in. Kelli's hips moved ever so slightly between his big hands in time to his forays into her. Joe smiled at his pretty niece in the mirror. "That's my girl, Kelli," he cooed. "My little girl's gonna cum for her Uncle Joe soon, isn't she." He leaned forward over the girl, sliding one hand under her belly. With his palm on her warm tummy Joe could feel Kelli's strong abdominal muscles flex rhythmically. The heady aroma of the fully aroused female wafted in the air. Liquid sounds came from between Kelli's shapely buttocks more regularly now as Uncle Joe slipped his fingers between her quivering thighs. Kelli's sparse golden curls were soaking wet with silken fluids. Joe leaned down and kissed the hot young girl on her back. Kelli glowed with a sheen of perspiration. With two fingers, Joe parted his niece's outer labia and quickly found the tiny button which when stroked just so, would unlock her soul. Skillfully Joe slid aside the small hood shielding Kelli's clitoris, and went to work on her. Meanwhile, he never missed a beat. Since he'd begun with her approximately twenty minutes ago, Joe hadn't ceased his steady fucking. Kelli had taken every inch of him and would continue to do so until he was ready to inseminate her, which would not be long in coming. Joe flicked his fingers over the small erect nub at the head of his niece's carnal canyon with ever increasing conviction. Suddenly her hips jerked once...twice. "Huh...huh...huh..." the teenager breathed heavily. She dropped her head between her shoulders. "Look at me, Kelli, and cum for me, now," Joe ordered from just behind her head. Kelli's head came up fast, almost smashing Joe in the nose. He kissed her shoulders while he attended to her between her legs. Her expression was unmistakable, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed and swollen, lips pouty, her countenance reflecting mixed confusion and wonderment. Joe witnessed the age old "inward stare" on the glowing face of his sweet young niece. Abruptly, Kelli's shapely hips began to jerk up and down as she ground herself on her uncle's impaling cock. Seconds later, with a series of soft hissing sounds, Kelli McDaniels came for her Uncle Joe once again. Much to her chagrin, Kelli would later realize that she never failed to reach climax each and every time she was with her uncle. But that would come later. At the moment, the teenager's orgasm clutched her in its mind numbing grip, rendering her even more helpless in her uncle's hands. Uncle Joe had been so wrapped up in observing his pretty niece in the mirror that he'd temporarily neglected to monitor his own state of arousal. Joe liked to remain in control of things, and as a rule he rarely got caught off guard. Not many women he'd been with excited him like Kelli did. Perhaps it was her reluctance that aroused him so, he wasn't sure. Be that as it may, Joe grunted in surprise when he suddenly unloaded into Kelli, and after their spirited love making the previous evening, Joe was also surprise at the quantity of his offerings. Kelli too was startled by the sudden heat that burst into her abdomen. The pretty teen had closed her eyes shortly after her apogee, but abruptly they went wide and staring. Joe saw her blink then stare again when his second salvo hit the mark, spraying his heated ejaculate throughout the innermost convolutions of Kelli's vaginal walls. "Take it all, Kelli, baby," Joe murmured, winking lewdly at his niece. Doesn't it feel good to have that pretty pussy of yours filled with my love potion, sweetheart." Uncle Joe grinned at her strickened expression in the mirror, then he started to hump his pretty niece again while he gradually softened inside of her. "Oh yeah, baby," Joe said as he fell forward onto Kelli, pinning her against the edge of the vanity. "We gotta do this more often," he chuckled. Kelli lay panting beneath her uncle, struggling to maintain even a small shred of dignity. She said nothing. After a moment or two Uncle Joe pulled out of her with the distinct sound of wet suction. Kelli remained bent over the vanity, resting heavily on her elbows, head down against the cool Formica surface. Joe gazed down at her slim waist and ample hips. "You are a lovely child," he murmured almost compassionately. "And I have such wonderful plans for us during the remainder of your stay." He reached out and ran his hand slowly over Kelli's warm skin, damp with perspiration. Starting at her waist, he pressed with his fingertips rubbing slowly up her spine to her shoulders then back several times in a slow stroking motion. Kelli remained silent. Then Joe leaned over her and took her by the shoulders. Reluctantly Kelli allowed him to pull her upright. He then turned her to face him. "Better get cleaned up. It's time for breakfast, and I'm starving'," he said almost casually. Kelli tried to maintain a neutral expression as she stood before her uncle. The outrage she'd felt following the first rape, had dulled to a somber resignation, and right now, the thought of a long, hot shower occupied her thoughts completely. A slow, but steady drool of bodily fluids seeped from inside of her and ran down the inside of her left thigh. Kelli felt utterly defiled, inside and out. She waited patiently for her uncle to leave, but Joe was full of surprises this morning. "Well, let's get a move on, young lady. Time's a wastin'." He took Kelli by her left wrist and pulled her toward the huge walk-in style shower on the opposite side of the tiled room. Caught off guard, Kelli resisted, giving her uncle a confused look. "B..But?" she stammered. "What do you mean 'but'?" Joe asked, pretending to be surprised. "The two of us are going to take a shower," he explained, tugging his confused and reluctant niece forward. "Don't worry, there's plenty of room, and besides, I can help you clean all of those 'special places'." He winked at Kelli, then laughed at her expression of astonishment. Kelli's dreams of a standing under the comforting, needles of water, letting the hot spray sooth her abused body and wash away the filth of the past twenty-four hours, evaporated instantly, as Kelli was led to the shower . Kelli noticed there was no door to the eight foot square brown tiled enclosure as her uncle turned on the water. The shower head was directly above them and was at least two feet in diameter. It was like stepping into a hot rain squall as Kelli gratefully slipped beneath the deluge. She leaned her head back and let the water strike her directly in the face. She felt her muscles relax slowly under the falling water. Then suddenly, Uncle Joe put his hands on her. He even hummed a little tune while his big mitts roamed at will over the slippery contours of his pretty niece's anatomy. Reaching for a bar of soap, he lathered up his hands and then returned them to Kelli's body. At first, the young girl stood like a statue, enduring his touch, but as he began to massage her back and neck and shoulders, Joe felt the muscles beneath her silky smooth skin start to relax, slowly. "That's my girl," Joe murmured as he kneaded the muscles of Kelli's shoulders and upper arms. "She was a strong girl," Joe remarked to himself as his fingers soothed her biceps and triceps. Kelli stood passively in the downpour of hot water and tried to relax. She was almost able to forget that it was her own uncle who stood in the shower with her, when unexpectedly his hands slipped under her arms, around her torso, then up to cup her breasts. "Ohhhhh," Kelli moaned softly in dismay. "Is he going to rape me again?" she wondered as her uncle pulled her back against himself. His big hands covered her breasts completely. He soaped them again, and went about manipulating her slippery flesh. Kelli sighed and leaned her head back against his hairy chest. Uncle Joe washed Kelli very thoroughly, and as abhorrent as the ordeal was for her, she had to admit that it was a tremendous relief to be clean again. The worst part, of course, was when her uncle used his soapy fingers to probe her in both of her openings. Once again, Kelli was forced to endure the violation of her most intimate areas. Joe insisted on talking to her while he worked, describing for her in sickening detail the attributes of her internal anatomy. Then when Kelli thought it couldn't get any worse, Joe excused himself and stepped out of the shower. Padding over to the vanity, Joe bent to retrieve something from the cabinet below. When he turned, Kelli thought she would be sick. In his hands Joe held a water bottle type syringe. After filling the red rubber bottle with warm water, Joe returned to his niece who waited in the shower, whereupon she received a comprehensive internal cleansing. When he was finished with her, Joe exited the bathroom rather abruptly, leaving Kelli to dress herself and to reflect upon her situation. While she dried her hair, Kelli tried to think. "I've got to figure out a way to escape from this madhouse," she said aloud. But try as she might, Kelli couldn't come up with a plausible explanation for the cocain that her boyfriend had concealed in her luggage and that her uncle had somehow discovered and was using to blackmail her. If she ran away, Kelli was certain that Joe would call the police on Chris like he promised. She just couldn't bear the thought of being responsible for Chris going to prison. In addition, the area surrounding her uncle's farm was quite rural. On the way here, Kelli hadn't seen anything that even resembled a town for miles and miles. If she ran, she would probably just end up lost and in an even worse situation, if that was possible. Kelli just didn't know what to do. She knew one thing, however. She was famished after her morning's sexual activities. Her uncle was right about that part anyway. As Kelli padded out naked into the bedroom to dress, she glanced woefully at the rumpled bed covers on her Uncle Joe's bed. To Kelli they represented not only the unfortunate memories of episodes passed, but also they spoke of events to come. Joe had made it abundantly clear that he expected for Kelli to sleep with him from this time forward. Her spirits sank as she dressed herself slowly. For the first time since she'd gotten up that morning, Kelli noticed how sore she was down there, and rightfully so. Kelli had never had sex more than once or twice in a week prior to her coming to visit her Uncle Joe, and now, four times in just over twenty-four hours. When she moved, she felt raw between her legs, and her tummy ached a little. She felt a little nauseated as well. Kelli finished dressing, then as she turned to leave, something on the bedside table caught her eye. An unfamiliar and very unsettling feeling came over heras she walked to the bedside. As she looked down at her uncle's black leather case which contained one glass hypodermic syringe neatly tucked under a retaining band, Kelli became even more uncomfortable. On the small table top near the case were the remnants of last night which included, among other things, two empty syringes. One had been for Kelli, the other for her Uncle Joe. Additionally there was a small silver spoon in which her uncle mixed his potions. Kelli's mind wandered. Almost wistfully, she recalled the mind reeling rush of the powerful cocain as it coursed through her body. She shook herself back to the present. Looking down at the assortment of paraphernalia once more, Kelli noticed a six inch diameter mirror. She stared, almost transfixed at the two sizeable lines of white powder that remained on the surface of the mirror. Nearby lay the small glass tube that her uncle used to snort the cocain with between injections. Kelli licked her lips. Her mouth was quite dry. The hunger had started. For several moments, Kelli couldn't tear her eyes away. Then with a shiver, she hugged herself, turned and hastily she left the bedroom to go downstairs for breakfast. Joe stood at the stove preparing their breakfast when Kelli walked quietly into the kitchen. His back was turned, but he knew she was there when he heard her gasp. On the big oak table, which had been the instrument of on of Kelli's sexual encounters with her uncle yesterday, two place setting were neatly laid. Four chairs surrounded the round table, one of which was entirely unique and the cause of Kelli's alarm. Kelli's mind reeled as she stared apprehensively at the special chair that her Uncle Joe had so lovingly fashioned for her in anticipation of her arrival. Kelli knew without asking what the seating arrangements for meals would be as she noticed the tube of K/Y Jelly in the center of one of the place mats. Uncle Joe glanced over his shoulder at Kelli briefly and said, "You're dressed." Kelli stared back at him dumbly. "That won't do, Kelli, darlin'. Now get yourself out of those clothes then go ahead and take a seat. You know how to do it." he nodded in the direction of her special chair. "If you need help, just call. Otherwise I've got omelettes to watch," he called casually as he looked away. Kelli stood rooted in place, staring in horror at the obscene chair while considering her fate. "Come on, come on, Kelli," Uncle Joe said when he didn't hear any activity from the direction of the kitchen table. "You don't want your breakfast to get cold, do you. These omelettes have about two minutes left." He turned back to the stove again. Without turning, he continued, "I thought that I explained to you that you were to remain unclothed for the remainder of your stay. I'll bend the rules a little and allow you to wear one of my button down shirts, if you get cold, but you must leave it unbuttoned. Now get moving," he snapped at the end. "I'm losing patience with you, and you don't want me to lose my patience," he warned ominously. Kelly started by unbuttoning her blue jeans and lowering the zipper. Next she shucked the tight denim over her hips then down her long legs. The whole time she stared fixedly at the perverted contrivance which awaited her. Joe had completed its construction the day before Kelli's arrival. It was a good piece of engineering, and Joe was quite proud if it. Fastened to the seat of an otherwise unremarkable wooden chair were two anatomically correct hard rubber penises. Both were curved somewhat. The front, or vaginal shaft, was about ten inches in length and perhaps two inches in girth. The rear, or rectal shaft, was only slightly smaller, and both were heavily veined to provide a more realistic experience. The two phalluses were positioned so that their tips were almost touching. Although this was not the usual position that two real penises would attain during your typical "love sandwich", Joe felt that the added pressure of the two tips pressing against each other through the thin separating tissues of the female genital anatomy would be beneficial to the occupant of his "Love Seat". The two rubber shafts could also be adjusted forward and back to compensate for the distance between the occupant's vaginal and anal passages. Kelli had already spent some time in her uncle's Love Seat, so the sight of the thing wasn't nearly as abhorrent to her as it had been the first time she'd seen it. It was the fact that her Uncle Joe had seen fit to bring the hideous apparatus down to the kitchen table from his "Play Room" on the second floor, which really disturbed Kelli. "Are you gonna make me sit on that thing for every meal, Uncle Joe," Kelli asked plaintively as she stripped off her panties. She stood naked and hugging herself when Joe answered. "That's right, Kelli. After all, I made it especially for you." He turned and smiled then picked up a plate from the counter. "Breakfast is served. Take a seat, right now, young lady," he ordered. Kelli knew that neither pleading nor arguing would accomplish anything with her uncle, so she took a breath and slowly approached the breakfast table. As she stood staring down at the twin phalluses rising obscenely from the seat of the wooden chair, Kelli's hand drifted unconsciously to her sex. She rubbed herself as she looked from the evil chair to her uncle's broad shoulders were he stood at the kitchen stove. If he turned and caught her stalling there would be hell to pay, but the thought of the two artificial appendages filling both of her passages was repugnant to Kelli. She shivered at the memories of it, then reached for the K/Y Jelly. "At least he'd thought of her needs a little bit," Kelli thought. "What do you want to drink, kiddo?" her uncle asked cheerfully as he turned toward his naked teenage niece. Fortunately for Kelli, she was in the process of applying lubricant to the two appendages which would soon be a part of her person. Smiling at his niece, Uncle Joe said, "Use plenty. We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." Kelli shot him a hateful look, saying, "I'm already really sore, thanks to you." "Now don't be mean spirited, Kelli," Uncle Joe reprimanded her. "It's unbecoming in a girl of your tender age. I'll pour you some O.J. while you get yourself seated." He turned and walked to the refrigerator, leaving Kelli to prepare herself. There was no more room for procrastination. Kelli squeezed a dollop of K/Y onto her middle finger then inserted it carefully into her vagina, praying that her uncle wouldn't turn at that very moment. She was extremely self-conscious for obvious reasons as she tried to spread the lubricant as evenly as possible inside of her vagina. Then she rubbed the residue onto her labia before squeezing more K/Y Jelly onto her finger. Kelli tried to squat down and hide herself behind the edge of the table, so humiliating was her next task. And, as luck would have it, she had only just pushed her finger up into her anal passage, causing her to wince noticeably, when her loving uncle turned and carried two glasses of orange juice to the table. "Need some help?" he said with a big grin. "No!" she snapped, blushing hotly. Kelli thought she would die. She averted her gaze so she wouldn't have to look at him, but Kelli knew his eyes were upon her as she went about probing herself carefully. She also knew that she needed to lubricate herself adequately back there, or she would be in for a very painful experience. "OK, then, let's eat," Uncle Joe said as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary. Kelli glared at him briefly then stared down at the evil Love Seat. After a few seconds, the teenager took another deep breath and sighed heavily in resignation. Turning the seat slightly, she backed up against its edge. The vaginal shaft, being the longest, went in first. The hard rubber was cold and caused Kelli to shiver reflexively as two inches of the phallus disappeared into her. Uncle Joe looked on approvingly. "Ohhhh," Kelli moaned softly as the anatomically correct head of the second appendage popped past her anal sphincter. With one hand on the edge of the breakfast table and one on the back of her love seat for support, Kelli slowly lowered her body onto the twin appliances. She was forced to rock her hips slowly back and forth to facilitate better alignment. She groaned again, unconsciously from the exertion, not to mention the internal pressures. When at last she was down, Kelli moved herself gingerly on the chair seat, testing the placement of the hard rubber shafts which now occupied most of her interior spaces. Uncle Joe smiled warmly at his niece. He was very proud of his invention. "Do you want jam for your English muffin, Kell?" he asked her in a conversational tone of voice. Although the insertion had gone a little easier this second time around, the end result was no less unpleasant for Kelli. She felt like someone had kicked her in the belly from the inside. She stared unseeing across the kitchen as she gripped the edge of the breakfast table in a white knuckle grip. "Does it feel any better this morning, Kelli?" her uncle asked, at last acknowledging her discomfort. Kelli shifted her gaze to meet his. Her eyes registered her anxiety. She felt like she couldn't breathe. "Huh?" she gasped. "I asked if your Love Seat fits you any better today than it did yesterday," her uncle replied. "It looked to me like you went down on it a little easier," he explained to the distressed teenager. Kelli didn't answer. She was rather distracted at the moment. "Eat your omelette before it gets cold," Uncle Joe said. To be continued... SM Author's note: I realize that this installment is a bit brief, however, I had so very many requests for a sequel to Part One, that I decided to publish this much right away. Enjoy.